Gray Night Undistinguished Gray night, undistinguished. It is all the same, The eye cannot see it There is no point of reference It is a moving curtain Drawn to a close. I am the point of reference Out side of me it is only the blanket of clouds It is only the blanket one rolls in It is only the softness like feathers.
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